resistance movement · fantasy · war · rejection · secret society · high stakes · trauma · grim · magical
The cramped kitchen of Grimmauld Place hums with tension, the Order's voices overlapping in sharp debate. Dust motes dance in the dim gaslight as each member rejects the same charge. Sirius slumps against the table, arms crossed. Arthur shakes his head. Remus shrugs. Moody growls. And you, you, stand in the corner, watching them argue over who will be stuck with you. The silence after their refusal is louder than any spell. Sirius opens his mouth, then closes it. No one will meet your eyes.